REVIEW — Here’s a little archaeology to chew on: Domesticated chickens did not arrive in the New World on the Mayflower. They didn’t cluck their way across the Atlantic on the Nina, Pinta or Santa Maria, either. Suck it, Columbus.
Instead, scientists believe the chicken — that plump, succulent fowl — came to South America from Polynesia long before the Europeans did, sometime around the 14th century. That means indigenous people in the Andes were cooking a mean rotisserie chicken while western Europeans were trying to beat the plague.
Those are the breaks. But it goes a long way to explain why South American (particularly Peruvian) roasters are so damn tasty. Centuries of working the bird, perfecting its cooking time, and honing the spices down to a science have paid off big time for modern restaurateurs.
To some extent, that culinary skill has transferred to the Salvadoran-run kitchen at Lizbeth’s Cafe. Keywords: to some extent.
On one hand (wing?), Lizbeth’s charcoal-broiled chicken really works. Its simple seasoning — nothing more than salt and pepper — allows one to enjoy the bird’s natural flavors. The skin remains crisp (not crunchy) and doesn’t get gooey or droopy with the weight of caramelized sugars. It’s the meat that stays sweet, with hints of corn and whatever that bird ate before its demise. (more…)
















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